“I want the one with the open eyes and the Mexican wrestler moustache”. Rust never sleeps and as I was saying only the other day during a tired moment of reflection, I’ll sleep when all this never-ending cultivation stuff is finally over. It was only meant to be one year – well in terms of…
Even by the non-stop roller-coaster crashing ride that has been Cultivate over the last thirteen full on months, this week has been busy. October First Thursday and the throbbing crowd of colour that that always brings through our always open front door was augmented by a bun fight of a can fight and the MYDOG…
Time we turned this blog thing in to a bit more of a Cultivate news page as well, right now we’re busy with the end of what I’d like ot think has been a very successful Shoes show and the threatened scrum that is the opening of the IN RUST WE TRUST Show and My…
CULTIVATE, VYNER STREET GALLERY NEWSLETTER No 20, 25th Sept 2012 SHOES, CANS, RUST, MYDOG SIGHS, PRIMARY COLOURS and a big THANK YOU! Time for another update, first a big big thanks to everyone who has been along to recent shows, especially the Greatest Hits first year retrospective celebration/ Thanks to everyone who came to the…
CULTIVATE VYNER STREET – GALLERY NEWSLETTER No19 September 2012… So we’ve been on our Vyner Street corner for one whole non-stop year or art and what we’d like to think have been 37 rather vibrant shows, exhibitions, events and such. We opened our Greatest Hits retrospective celebration show last Thursday, big thanks to all who…
CULTIVATE, VYNER STREET: PRESS RELEASE. AUGUST 2012 CULTIVATE’S GREATEST HITS vol. 1: A ONE YEAR RETROSPECTIVE CELEBRATION… A group show at Cultivate Vyner Street… August 30th – September 11th First Thursday, September 2012, marks one year of Cultivate in Vyner Street. We celebrate our one year in the space (and a year of doing things…
“Forty Eight?” “Forty Eight what?” “Forty Eight, want forty eight” said the guy who just rode his bike in to the gallery, “Forty eight” Sunday morning down the street, hot sticky Sunday morning in hot sticky London, the loud ranting priest in the converted old post office that serves as an African Church at the…
Tales From The Street? No Organgrinding Here? What’s in a title anyway? Run out of milk again, and the man was knocking on the door earlier, not the milkman, the snapping reptile faced man wanting his bag of blood. It wasn’t that bad after all was it? All that Organgrinding I mean. The non-stop grinding…
“Have you done anything with that big black one yet?” Actually, “Have you done anything with that big black one yet?” is a line of questioning from the next installment of these rather fracture thoughts from. Words from the corner of the street, multiple streams of random thoughts all flowing at once, that line is something…
Half wrote most of this second Tales From The Street entry a good few weeks ago now, street has been too busy to get around to finishing it and putting it up, what with all the shows and the opening nights and everything else that’s been going on down a busy as usual Vyner Street…
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